I’m afraid that all my disadventures
in wonderland have brought me to despair
& reality with its numb markets
featuring knocked-off hoover-bags & rust
certain thoughts get so entangled in the brain
that they can never be extirpated
except by utterly changing one’s pub
service providers & default settings
phone contract & energy companies
preferred kinds of wine whiskey & dark rum
banks supermarkets cheese-browsing habits
facial & pubic coiffeur maybe from
landing strip to helicopter pad but
the carousel will not stop going round